Edvard Munch.

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

—Edvard Munch

Edvard Munch's style, i simply love .
i like how everything just flows in his pictures bringing to it a
hallucinating,liquid feeling.
My favourite and a popular one is The Scream.
On looking at it for a long time one feels that
deep loneliness which lies within.

Rich, poor, believer ,non believer,questioner,
teacher,student,party butterfly,cooped up pigeon,
clown,king,neta,beggar,man,woman,in a crowd,alone,aloof,
CEO,auto Ottunar,Whistler, artiste,grocer,parent,
everyone is alone.

In a page in his diary headed Nice 22.01.1892, Munch described his inspiration for the image thus:

“

I was walking along a path with two friends—the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature." Even without a TV, sometimes with all views,opinions,discussions ,arguments,chatter,banter,taking sides,facebook,orkut,friends,traffic,views,market,opinions,forums... the Scream seems to pierce in shriller than ever.

Lecture Demonstration on Ragam Tanam Pallavi

Here are the links to a Lecture Demonstration on Ragam Tanam Pallavi by Sri.T R Subramaniam.

http://rapidshare.com/files/171099770/TRS-LEC-DEM_-PALLAVI_-1a.mp3.html

http://rapidshare.com/files/171101328/TRS-LEC-DEM_-PALLAVI_-1b.mp3.html

http://rapidshare.com/files/171102676/TRS-LEC-DEM_-PALLAVI_-2a.mp3.html

http://rapidshare.com/files/171103814/TRS-LEC-DEM_-PALLAVI_-2b.mp3.html

enjoy.

Smt.Kalapini Komkali

i simply loved this song ,rang na daro Shyamji 

The bold lines

Kaise ho Khiladee ? 

takes me back to Goppama Deivama ?

kind of reaction from  Tyagayya who considers God so close to him.

Also, watch out for how she emotes at Jao with a hmmph jao wow ... 

i really wish i could sing like that.

What a voice and oh yes , please go this shade of green because i have heard her live !!

Puddles

As a holiday attraction,a beach had been set up at the mall near the river a few months back.
The sand and props like the palms,shells,pebbles,beach

house,water scooter facade
made it almost believable.The arrangement was convenient for parents who could leave their children in the pit and chat on the steps nearby.

On the day when it was closed due to light showers,a small naughty boy nagged his mum into letting him play in the pit and stomped about when she tried explaining to him that it was closed.After a while, noticing that his mum was busy discussing something with another lady, he jumped in through the stop sign and ran straight to the jet ski ,noisily drove it, rolled in the sand , got dirty ,dug his hands into the sand,filled his pockets with some things he dug up ,with that same unhesitating rush went to a corner and piddled into the sand, watched it for sometime and got back to his play,got tired and ran back to his mum.

Meanwhile,a couple sitting on the steps watching the whole show had complained to the Mall staff.

Ten minutes later the security officer came to the spot armed with disinfectants
but by then the boy and his mum had left.
They poked about in the sand to find the exact spot
and then it began to rain.

Happy Vijayadasami !

Here are some pictures from our golu.

Wish you all, good thoughts ,
knowledge
happiness and peace.

On sunset

Having drunk the sun
the sea,
foamed at the shore.

The curtains fell

Applause had long
deafened his heartbeat.

cuckoo....

Do your wings wish for a

tree

while they cross the sea ?

Say Cheese.

Under
strokes of mascara,
sponged compact,
blushing pinks,
bleeding lipstick,
push-up bra,
skyscraper heels,
I lie.

Not on Cycling nor on heather dotted valleys

(warning Hellboy II , Cream tea spoilers ahead)

Nikoloi Gogol's stories , especially ones that are pastoral evoke such familiarity even if set in Ukraine.
In one where two neighbours fight, he describes a scene where one man watches his neighbour's clothes line and wonders at an old woman's rather large petticoat with pockets that could fit melons !!
This pastoral-ness of his stories is so charming you are drawn
into their simple lives without much cynicism.It is only more adorable when the author pops in every now and then to clear misconceptions.(Woody Allen must have gotten it from here, i suppose)

Pan's labyrinth had done magic earlier with its characters and their quirks.
From the same director,Hellboy II ,redid all that magic.With its Troll markets,aquatic man,lovely looking princess,tumour baby,tooth fairies that eat up human bones,a magnificent Forest Goddess,...its like being in a dream world,with the kind of dreams you dreamt when you were a kid,unspoiled by the reality all around.heh if you want to cleanse your dreams ,go watch this movie and stay hungover forever with its characters.i want a movie that goes into the mind of Guillermo Del Toro...i also wish someone makes Mahabharatam and Ramayanam into superhero movies with such style, that keep up its fantasy.

Disobeying the title,i must tell you that we went on a great bumpy cycling tour along an Old railway line,in quaint Burley.All that pedalling seemed easier with the postcard scenery on either side and lovely weather.Snapshots had cows,heather valleys,never ending stretches of green,apple laden trees,dogs with kind eyes and happy tails only too glad to get muddy,picnic lunches,small brooks,stately horses with some nervous riders,huffing up the hills and wheeee down the dales,kazhudais with their beautiful eyelashes,tractors,berries and lots of fun.
But let me tell you that cream tea has nothing to do with cream in the tea or vice versa.

264 no ... 2644... no no...

See this is my problem ,i cannot remember what she said !!

i have tried recalling every little detail of that evening and it all comes back very clearly .

The faces of the kids playing at the park, two sweaty kids were even fighting for the swings, the fawn coloured Labrador dog she bent to pet ,the breeze teasing her violet blouse,the idiot cyclist who giggled at us,the 100 ms chalked on the road right where we stood,how she bit her lips,and then.. and then..... just as she said it, I sneezed . A very loud aaaaaachoooo !!
Now what ?

Should I call her and find out if it was a yes or a no ?
huh !!! it must have been that jasmine perfume that lady in the pink salwar wore.

Nature blessed me yesterday

As i strolled by the cemetery fence
a deer i spotted in an instance
licking the grass on a dead man's grave
was it, when i stole from it a glance.
Fear it did not in a graveyard see
but on seeing me it happened to flee

Shauk

"Shauk ?!!
shauk to waise har ek cheez ki hain
jisme Khuda ho
jisme Khoobsurati ho
aur jisme zindagi bharee ho "

Anju ruba ! Anju ruba !

There is a man selling Pictures of God for 5 rupees near the temple.

"Only 5 rupees,any
God!!" he screams and people are rushing towards him to grab their
Gods.

Some pretend to not have heard him and hurry by.Some others hesitate and he pitches his cry a little louder.
He has been screaming all afternoon and i have been watching him throughout.
i live in the house next to the temple and i sip my tea in the balcony with a noise.i like my tea with ginger and less sugar.

Naming it...

"Tommy? How very creative. Tommy.
And Gabriel? He is not an angel,"said Arun.

"What about all the Tigers?They aren't really tigers,are they?" said Vadivu.

"Mani, it is Mani even in the movie no, Anna? Please, why not Mani?"
said Priya.

"Money? Enna paisa vasoola?"

"Anna, look at her she is teasing me."

"Ok fine. Mani it is then."

He got the fetch, sit and run alright but the
German Shepherd did not think Mani was worth a Woof!!!

Aries Book Shop - Mylapore,Madras

We visited the shop,one dull afternoon three years ago and discovered books by O V Vijayan,Asokamitran,Raja Rao,Mulk Raj,Dostoevsky and some really fantastic (odd) children's books which are difficult to find in many leading book stores these days.The second hand book shop sold a lot of first hand copies too.It was here that we hit on BFI books discussing films.The shop would throw surprises at us and we never tired of browsing through the various sections.The shop held the simple joy of surprise that a radio still keeps while bursting into a song out of the blue.


The book store , the old thatha, his stray wanderings into the thodi ragam,the rickety fan,the unsettling dust,the smell of old books mingling with that of the fresh gum from the new ones and the books of course- are all gone !!
And in its place stand a monstrosity of a clothes shop.


The dull afternoon remains.

Tonsils and a weird dream

Green,and long - a mossy tunnel ??? No (turn)
POP !!! - a play gun ? No....!!! (toss)
Murder in the tunnel - No No Not !!! (turn)
dark and cool, bottle green - a forest ? Rama !!! (turn)
a neck , a bottle green neck - a bottle ,a green bottle !!! Yes (turn)
a freshly painted red fingernail making circles on its mouth (too much TV)(toss)
fizzzzzzzzzz - soda ? Yes a green Bottle- Soda Bottle(turn)
and a
round blue gOli nestling in its throat!!(toss)
a stray mosquito hums the morning ragam(toss- turn-stretch-yawn)
And i woke up feeling this odd pain in my neck , no throat
Tonsils the doctor confirms !!

My Prayer

O Lord! Please strip me off all this cunning,
so i can stand before you with
childish innocence, naked and stunning.

Wrong Number!

It must have been 2 p.m in the afternoon when Pandian received a call , nobody spoke for a second, although the line seemed clear.And suddenly, a deep female voice broke into a song.No lyrics or anything just an alapanai , no instruments, just the Alapanai.Before he could ask any further questions she said thank you and cut the call.On calling the number back he received no response.

Many miles away in Nagapattinam, Ilango bought his first cellphone and just after a small pujai was done for it , it rang and everybody ran to it and listened to a deep female voice announcing a splendid atAna ragam.It reminded him of the stage plays where his father played king.

Today iron shop Aruna told us that even they received a call and a voice sang to them.
To her it sounded like a song from old tamil film .
She could not make out if it was a female or male voice but it sounded so nice that they could not ut the phone down,she said.

But i do not know whether or not to believe her.You see, ever since the anonymous calls started making it to the headlines everybody
has an incident to quote.They say these calls just come and go , nobody reports of her speaking and they love her music and voice.i have often wondered about these calls.....
(PMPMPRMGS .......GM
PMPMPRMGS .......PNSR, NSRG,
MP MP MP MP RMGS......)
ah, let me just attend that call and get back to you.

Long shorts

I am to join Sri Ramachandra Boys High School tomorrow.We are allowed to wear full pants only from next year , that too real Khakhi - 100 percent .

Amma and Appa do not understand me or love me, else why did they get my shorts stitched so long ?It falls below my knees .I told them to shorten it when we went to Raju Tailors but Amma ignored me saying it would come for 2 more years.Now I wear them so up... up till my neck almost and it is such a problem when PT sir says to inshirt my shirt.Why can't they just understand that it looks so .. awesome .... no no what was that .. aw .. aww .. aweful .. no no .AWkward yes .... AWKWARD....Aiyoooo ......